Have I finally lost it?

The reason I am questioning my sanity is that last night's dream was weirder than anything I've dreamed in a long time. I never knew how I got into the situation, but somehow I landed up on a large Russian naval ship and had an affair with Vladimir Putin.

Nothing made sense. I don't know why I was on the ship, or where we were.  It seemed at times that we were not ocean cruising; it felt more like a river.

The entire ship was dark gray - walls, floors, etc - with hardly any windows.  But during one part of the dream I noticed that there were some actual tourists being served breakfast in a dark gray dining area. Many doughnuts were passed out. I think a younger version of my mother was one of the tourists.

I am not sure how I ended up with Putin one evening, but the sex was really good and he did not depart my room until the morning, and brought me coffee. And he actually took me out on a date of sorts that day. We made it to shore and visited a pretty meadow. He walked around identifying local flora for me. He was wearing a dark red shirt that suited him. We had a chat and I talked about my real-time plans for a facelift, and he assured me that there was little a physician could do to enhance my beauty. (His English was a bit trite at times, but he didn't make grammatical mistakes.)

Later, back on the ship, he showed off a bit, demonstrating to me how the military rescued anyone who managed to fall overboard. This happened because someone actually did fall overboard during my lesson, although when I fished them out after Putin's tutelage, the sailor looked no worse for wear. Just damp.

If any readers care to comment on my pending insanity, feel free.